Image by Christine Renney
He really stood out, this one, because he was NOT dressed like Justin Bieber and he reminded me of the Dude, which has to be a good enough reason for anyone.
Image by Christine Renney
He really stood out, this one, because he was NOT dressed like Justin Bieber and he reminded me of the Dude, which has to be a good enough reason for anyone.
Image by Christine Renney
The struggle to get over was quite strenuous for the first lad but he made it, closely followed by his mate in daring endeavours.
Image by Christine Renney
It felt as though the whole town were closed for the winter too.
Image by Christine Renney
Image by Christine Renney
I think this sums up the bleakness of this particular seaside town and holiday resort.
Image by Christine Renney
The reflection of the lamp post is a bit unfortunate some may say but hey, what the heck, it is there because it is there.
Image by Christine Renney
Image by Christine Renney
I have only just worked on this image, which I took last year in Wolverhampton, and all at once I could see the Mona Lisa in this young lady. What do you think?
If you have seen my photos of the disused church in Guyhirn, you won’t be surprised at this image of a cottage in the same village. Lovely nets but no glass. The whole cottage is deteriorating which is really sad in a time when people need homes. Still, the owners appear to take some pride in their property…….
Image by Christine Renney

NO-ONE VISITS NOW
My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
Kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still loves
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune.
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.
Poem by Chris Nelson at chrisnelson61
Image by Christine Renney and many thanks for the gift of these words to Chris N from Chris R